The Demon Realm.
Black Flame Mountain, Black Demon Palace.
At the top of the mountain, a huge furnace was burning fiercely.
A series of shrill screams came from inside the furnace as one demonic beast after another was driven into the furnace to serve as fuel, turning to ashes in the blink of an eye.
Above, a mysterious black figure sat cross-legged, his long black robe fluttering in the wind.
The terrifying black flames below were absorbed into his body in wisps and transformed into terrifying demonic energy.
The aura of this terrifying, ghostly figure grew stronger, and two fierce beams of light shot from the empty eye sockets beneath its black robe.
"Ye Feng, I didn't expect you to be able to sever one of the large hands of my divine consciousness clone. Interesting."
The Black Demon Elder's spiritual clone possessed less than one-twentieth of his original cultivation level.
If it weren't for the barrier being closed, preventing him from going over, he would have loved to go and kill that brat Ye Feng right now.
"Someone, when will that immortal gate passage be repaired?"
Soon, a figure silently drifted out from the dark corner, knelt on one knee in front of the Black Demon Elder, and said respectfully.
"Reporting to the Palace Master, that immortal gate passage is severely damaged due to long-term disuse, and it will take at least another year to repair."
"But if we can find a spatial artifact, it will speed up the entire repair process."
The old man with the dark magic waved his hand, and a bracelet burning with black flames flew towards the other party, saying.
"This is the Blazing Space Bracelet. Take it and repair it as soon as possible. I need to descend to Earth within six months and personally kill Ye Feng, and that damned girl too."
The man was overjoyed and hurriedly reached out to take it.
This is a near-immortal artifact, and with the collaboration with other major immortal factions, it's enough to accelerate the entire passage repair process.
The magical artifacts used by cultivators, ranked from lowest to highest level, are: spiritual artifacts, treasure artifacts, Dao artifacts, immortal artifacts, and divine artifacts.
In places like Earth where spiritual energy is so depleted, there's no way you could find immortal artifacts. Dao artifacts are extremely rare, and it would be good enough if you could find a treasure artifact.
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at the same time.
At the Bula Palace Temple on the Tibetan border.
Ye Feng opened the Hell Furnace. The prince had been refined into a fire-man, his two legs slowly melting away, leaving only half of his body.
If it weren't for the secret treasure given to him by his master, the Demon Elder, he wouldn't have been able to hold on for so long.
The prince was trembling violently, as if being electrocuted, and was in excruciating pain.
"Ah... Ye Feng, if you've got the guts, then fucking kill me..."
Ye Feng sneered.
"You've done so many things that have brought disaster to the country and its people, and now you want to just die? No way."
Seeing that the time was almost right, Ye Feng reached out and grabbed at the crown prince's head from a distance. A powerful suction force surged from his palm, slowly pulling out the dragon vein that he had previously devoured.
The whole process was extremely painful.
The prince was trembling all over from the pain.
Because the dragon vein had already merged with him, Ye Feng's actions were no different from skinning and dismembering him.
"Ah... Ye Feng, I'll haunt you even as a ghost..."
"Hmph, I'm not afraid of you as a human, so why would I be afraid of you as a ghost?"
Clang!
Ye Feng closed the furnace lid and temporarily stored the section of the dragon vein in his storage space, planning to put it back when he returned to Shanghai.
"Seventh Senior Sister, my father has been imprisoned deep in the underground palace by the Crown Prince. I must go and find him."
This was an important clue he had previously learned from the Crown Prince.
"Junior brother, the three of us will accompany you down."
"Brother, is Dad really not dead?"
Ye Wushuang asked, trembling.
Ye Feng led his sister into the underground palace of the Brahmaputra temple, descending the narrow steps to the inner chamber on the third underground level.
The heavy stone door blocked the brother and sister, but Ye Feng kicked it open and strode inside.
Ye Feng spread his divine sense, and the secret room was pitch black.
Fifth Senior Sister Huang Fengyi lightly tapped the keyboard, and a dozen or so lines of code flew out, igniting the torches stuck on both sides of the wall and illuminating the entire secret room.
The scene that unfolded before their eyes took everyone by surprise.
A huge altar appeared ahead, and in the center of the altar sat a middle-aged man with his eyes closed and a sorrowful expression on his face. His brows and eyebrows bore a resemblance to Ye Feng's.
A sense of closeness, as if connected by blood, welled up within Ye Feng, and he was so excited that his lips trembled.
Although it had been fifteen or sixteen years since they last met, Ye Feng recognized his father at a glance.
After searching so hard for so long, I finally found him.
"dad!"
The middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the altar twitched his eyelids and finally slowly opened his eyes.
When he saw Ye Feng, he was slightly taken aback, then his face lit up with undisguised joy, and he said in a trembling voice.
"Is it...is it Feng'er?"
This person was none other than Ye Wudi, who was famous throughout the world and known as the invincible one more than a decade ago.
The title "Invincible" is merely a name given to him by the world.
His real name is Ye Xuan.
"Dad, it's me, Ye Feng."
"Dad, it's me, Shuang'er."
"I really miss you, sob sob..."
Ye Wushuang was already sobbing uncontrollably.
She had always thought her father was dead, but she never expected him to be alive.
Ye Feng hadn't told her when he was looking for clues about his parents, for fear of interfering with her studies.
Overjoyed, Ye Feng grabbed his sister and was about to rush onto the altar.
"Feng'er, Shuang'er, please don't come up."
"The altar is in danger."
boom--
Just as Ye Feng was about to step onto the altar, suddenly, the black dragon engraved on the altar came to life, roared, and stretched out its huge dragon claws to grab Ye Feng.
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